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MORE MEGAMIND FIC. Hell, who am I kidding, this is basically standard operating procedure around here these days. I continue to blame badplanmobile, because I can. Hah.
Title: Date Night
Summary: Megamind and Roxanne attempt to go on a normal date. Key word being ‘attempt.’
Characters/Pairings: Megamind/Roxanne, Minion, Undertow (OC)
Rating: PG. And sort of stupidly fluffy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, although Undertow is my fault.
There was something not quite right about the phrase “one-month anniversary.” Some kind of fundamental linguistic disconnect. Perhaps “lunaversary” would make more sense, although actually he thought that might not be a real word.
Whatever it was called, the point was that they had reached it. Which was a thing that had never happened to him before, ever. Which clearly called for a celebration.
“Just dinner?” Roxanne said. “No deathtraps? No… high-speed superhero hijinks?”
“Nope,” he said, grinning. “Just a nice, normal date.”
She gave him a Look, but there was a smile in it. “You really don’t have to-”
“Yes,” he said, “I do.”
---
It was a quiet little Italian place, not quite a hole in the wall, but not as fancy as the restaurant where they’d had The Disaster. The staff, to their credit, didn’t even blink when Metrocity’s new hero walked in.
The patrons were another story. “Don’t look now,” Roxanne said, over her menu, “but I think that guy’s about to come over for an autograph.”
“What? Really?” Megamind twisted around in his seat. “Where?”
Roxanne ducked behind the menu laughing. “I said don’t look,” she said. Megamind turned back around and attempted to give her the wounded-puppy look, but he wound up laughing too. They were still snickering when a waiter came to take their order.
“I think I’ll have-” Roxanne said, but Megamind was staring vaguely over her shoulder and wrinkling his nose. “What?” she said.
He frowned. “Do you smell… seawater?”
The next second, they had both knocked their chairs over leaping to their feet. “Look out,” Roxanne shouted, “everybody get back!”
The doors flung themselves open and a wave of gray-green water sloshed into the restaurant. “Sorry for being a third wheel,” declared the woman balancing somehow on its surface, “I just couldn’t resist a romantic night out.”
Several of the other patrons had climbed onto their chairs to get clear of the water. Megamind had done them one better. He stood on the table, a ray gun he’d pulled from somewhere pointed at her. “Undertow,” he said, taking aim. “I don’t think you were invited.”
“Megamind, don’t,” said Roxanne, “that’s the-”
Undertow laughed. The bolt went harmlessly through her.
“-dehydration gun,” Roxanne finished lamely.
Megamind looked at her, at the gun in his hand, at the restaurant patrons standing perched on chairs, at Undertow raising another wall of water and grinning an evil grin. He tried a smile.
“Um- time-out?”
---
“At least we made it back here,” Roxanne said, toweling her hair dry. “Minion, is the heat shield holding?”
Across the lair, Minion held up a thumbs-up. “Holding just fine,” he said. “She can keep bouncing off it all night.”
Megamind was still sitting where she had left him, another towel draped over his wet shoulders. He had lined up the little dehydrated cubes they had managed to grab during their hasty retreat in a neat row on one of the consoles. He sighed at them.
“I’m sorry our normal dates keep being disasters,” he said quietly.
“Aw, no,” Roxanne said, “it’s okay.” She went over and put her arms around him, ignoring the fact that she was getting wet all over again. “Look, I don’t like normal that much anyway.”
He leaned his head back against her shoulder. “Really? You don’t?”
“If it’s a choice between that and being with you? I really don't.”
Somewhere behind them, Minion said something about double-checking the shield’s generator feedback and shuffled out of the room.
“Come on,” said Roxanne, her lips brushing his ear, “let’s dry off again and then we can see what’s in these cubes.”
---
As lunaversary dates went, he supposed, there could be worse ones. One of the cubes had contained a table with a pizza on it (well, and a mostly-eaten salad, but that was neither here nor there), and another was a chair. And, well, one of them was a waiter from the restaurant and he was fairly irate, but Minion got him safely out of the lair, and he left behind the bottle of wine he had been carrying.
And they pulled over another chair from somewhere in the lab, and rearranged the table, and Roxanne found a couple of clean coffee mugs to put the wine in, and they opened up the observatory dome and had dinner by starlight and the shimmer of the heat shield.
And if it wasn’t normal, it was as close as they needed.
Title: Date Night
Summary: Megamind and Roxanne attempt to go on a normal date. Key word being ‘attempt.’
Characters/Pairings: Megamind/Roxanne, Minion, Undertow (OC)
Rating: PG. And sort of stupidly fluffy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, although Undertow is my fault.
There was something not quite right about the phrase “one-month anniversary.” Some kind of fundamental linguistic disconnect. Perhaps “lunaversary” would make more sense, although actually he thought that might not be a real word.
Whatever it was called, the point was that they had reached it. Which was a thing that had never happened to him before, ever. Which clearly called for a celebration.
“Just dinner?” Roxanne said. “No deathtraps? No… high-speed superhero hijinks?”
“Nope,” he said, grinning. “Just a nice, normal date.”
She gave him a Look, but there was a smile in it. “You really don’t have to-”
“Yes,” he said, “I do.”
---
It was a quiet little Italian place, not quite a hole in the wall, but not as fancy as the restaurant where they’d had The Disaster. The staff, to their credit, didn’t even blink when Metrocity’s new hero walked in.
The patrons were another story. “Don’t look now,” Roxanne said, over her menu, “but I think that guy’s about to come over for an autograph.”
“What? Really?” Megamind twisted around in his seat. “Where?”
Roxanne ducked behind the menu laughing. “I said don’t look,” she said. Megamind turned back around and attempted to give her the wounded-puppy look, but he wound up laughing too. They were still snickering when a waiter came to take their order.
“I think I’ll have-” Roxanne said, but Megamind was staring vaguely over her shoulder and wrinkling his nose. “What?” she said.
He frowned. “Do you smell… seawater?”
The next second, they had both knocked their chairs over leaping to their feet. “Look out,” Roxanne shouted, “everybody get back!”
The doors flung themselves open and a wave of gray-green water sloshed into the restaurant. “Sorry for being a third wheel,” declared the woman balancing somehow on its surface, “I just couldn’t resist a romantic night out.”
Several of the other patrons had climbed onto their chairs to get clear of the water. Megamind had done them one better. He stood on the table, a ray gun he’d pulled from somewhere pointed at her. “Undertow,” he said, taking aim. “I don’t think you were invited.”
“Megamind, don’t,” said Roxanne, “that’s the-”
Undertow laughed. The bolt went harmlessly through her.
“-dehydration gun,” Roxanne finished lamely.
Megamind looked at her, at the gun in his hand, at the restaurant patrons standing perched on chairs, at Undertow raising another wall of water and grinning an evil grin. He tried a smile.
“Um- time-out?”
---
“At least we made it back here,” Roxanne said, toweling her hair dry. “Minion, is the heat shield holding?”
Across the lair, Minion held up a thumbs-up. “Holding just fine,” he said. “She can keep bouncing off it all night.”
Megamind was still sitting where she had left him, another towel draped over his wet shoulders. He had lined up the little dehydrated cubes they had managed to grab during their hasty retreat in a neat row on one of the consoles. He sighed at them.
“I’m sorry our normal dates keep being disasters,” he said quietly.
“Aw, no,” Roxanne said, “it’s okay.” She went over and put her arms around him, ignoring the fact that she was getting wet all over again. “Look, I don’t like normal that much anyway.”
He leaned his head back against her shoulder. “Really? You don’t?”
“If it’s a choice between that and being with you? I really don't.”
Somewhere behind them, Minion said something about double-checking the shield’s generator feedback and shuffled out of the room.
“Come on,” said Roxanne, her lips brushing his ear, “let’s dry off again and then we can see what’s in these cubes.”
---
As lunaversary dates went, he supposed, there could be worse ones. One of the cubes had contained a table with a pizza on it (well, and a mostly-eaten salad, but that was neither here nor there), and another was a chair. And, well, one of them was a waiter from the restaurant and he was fairly irate, but Minion got him safely out of the lair, and he left behind the bottle of wine he had been carrying.
And they pulled over another chair from somewhere in the lab, and rearranged the table, and Roxanne found a couple of clean coffee mugs to put the wine in, and they opened up the observatory dome and had dinner by starlight and the shimmer of the heat shield.
And if it wasn’t normal, it was as close as they needed.